The Moral Of A Coquette - Poem by Stephen Paul
With that ugly love the girl started to pretend,
The nerves of mine started to bend...
Was so much lost into the thoughts of that devil,
That slowly my happiness came to an end...
To myself I started becoming so much strange,
My soul was put up in that thorny cage...
So much my love was ignored,
That to kill her was my final rage...
My life was filled with the thorns of rose,
Flew away my life the moment that sinful wind blows...
Was so much forced to criticize her,
That my character fell on to her coquettish toes...
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